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player-suggested mini-event: A STRANGER'S BED

who: everyone in Riverview!
what: Player-Suggested Mini-Event
when: August 26th - August 31st
warnings: please put any necessary warnings in the subject lines

a stranger's bed

As a lead in to September, Riverview's ♥ Month of Romance, this is a completely optional mingle that will cause affected characters to end up in each other's beds. There are various options for both established and new CR. While it's easiest for characters still living in Communal Housing, anyone who has moved to their own homes can be affected and end up finding their way to Communal Housing, or within their own housing.

Residents of the Quarantine may notice that various businesses selling food and drink - cafés, diners, bakeries, restaurants, and other such establishments - are heavily advertising a new flavor that's supposed to be the biggest thing since pumpkin spice. A flavor additive that's said to subtly change the flavor of whatever the diner is eating or drinking to optimize the dish, drink, dessert, or any other food item it is added to for each person's individual taste, it's been selling like wildfire and is the latest trend.

After the cause of the rash of amnesia was revealed to be plant-related, sellers are keeping the origin of the secret ingredient very close to their chests, since it is a derivative of a recently-discovered plant dubbed chameleonis. Depending on the method of ingestion, this additive can have a variety of unexpected side effects, but only once the person who has ingested it becomes sleepy. Methods of ingestion include:

● Ingestion: Beverage: When ingested as a flavor shot to drinks ranging from sodas to coffee to alcoholic beverages, it can cause a desire for closeness to a particular other person. Affected characters end up crawling into bed with that specific other character when they become sleepy.

● Ingestion: Food: When ingested as a flavoring added to a baked good or other meal, it can cause an intense desire for body heat when the character becomes drowsy. It won't matter to an affected character who is providing the body heat, so long as it's someone, and they will end up sleepily crawling into someone else's bed for warmth.

● Inhalation: When inhaled ether from a steaming hot beverage or soup, or as an essential oil or aroma from a bakery, it can cause disorientation when a character becomes sleepy. Affected characters either aren't sure which bed is theirs and simply crawl into the closest one, occupied or not, or become convinced that another character's bed is their own.

Feel free to post up a top-level for your own character either affected and invading a random bed or unaffected but open to having their bed invaded by affected characters, or tag around to other people's top-levels.

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[ Oh dear, it looks like breasts have the power to cause spontaneous human combustion in Steve, son of Trevor. Loki makes it momentarily worse with her last bit of revenge for the unexpected drop-in and leans down to peck him on the tip of his nose. ]

Forgiven.

[ Sliding off the bed, she tosses his clothes to him and wanders to Freyja's tank, tapping it to see if the snake is up. ]

You have blue eyes like Jim, a lot of people may pick up on that. You're the captain's spitting image.

[ Well at least they're mostly covered breasts. Steve doesn't even want to think about how he would react if she were naked.

Actually, it's a very good thing that the thought (and mental image) doesn't cross his mind, because he'd have a whole other set of problems that would go beyond just being flustered up to his ears. As it is it's the only problem he has to deal with, even when she leans down and kisses the tip of his nose.

He breathes quietly in relief when she finally slides off the bed and tosses him his clothes, and immediately starts wiggling himself into his trousers. ]

I'm, uh... I'm a captain too. Just not that captain. [ He glances briefly over his shoulder at her. ] Funny coincidence, I reckon.

Fate, more than likely.

[ Angling to assuage his flustering, she shapeshifts into her male body; genderfluidity lines are much thinner after ten Green Miles.

He hums, arching a brow in slacks; but bare-chested, because lol. ]

Is this better? You were turning aubergine.

[ That... well, it doesn't make it worse, but it doesn't make things any easier. If nothing else because the sight of the woman shifting to a man only makes Steve confused and completely perplexed. His mouth opens and closes a couple times, like he can't quite process what's just happened, or how she managed to do that.

... he managed to do that? Like hell he even knows. ]

Uh. [ He's just staring flatly at the man now. The fluster is quickly draining from his face, so at least there's that. ] How did you do that?

Shapeshifter.

[ Freyja, curious about the newest intruder, slithers her way around his neck and peers at Steve with the same green eyes. A hand is offered. ]

Loki, Norse god of mischief. Do you want breakfast?

[ Steve nods like that explains everything, even though it only raises more questions. He can't bring himself to ask them right away though, and he's even more puzzled when the god, practically a stranger to him, offers him breakfast. ]

Sure? [ Said like he's not quite sure. He clears his throat and tries again, taking the offered hand with evident caution as he eyes the snake, shaking it quickly then letting go. ] I mean, I do often have breakfast.

At least you're as pretty as Jim.

[ If not as fast on the ball. Loki tilts his head at Steve, squinting through bloodshot eyes. ]

Maybe just a bracing coffee first, hm?

You know, that sounded almost like an insult.

[ The 'almost' means he's willing to give Loki the benefit of the doubt. Even if, in all fairness, he wasn't all that serious. ]

Coffee works perfectly for me. [ He smiles a little, and since he did pretty much just wake up on a stranger's bed— ] Thank you.

Almost.

[ There is good humour in his eyes if Steve looks for it before Loki turns his back to lead him out of his bedroom, which seems cosy in its dull green glow when compared to the cavernous belly of the Sanctum, labyrinthine corridors ranging off in more directions than any one house should have. Shadowy and intimidating, an old house by any standard.

The kitchen is also on the ground-floor and the fridge rattles when they enter, something nasty hissing behind its chained door. Loki pays it no mind, too invested in walking in a straight line. ]

Sugars, milk ... ?

[ Steve quickly puts on his shoes, buttoning up his shirt and tucking it into his trousers just as he follows Loki out of the bedroom. The moment he steps outside, he's convinced beyond any doubt that this really isn't his bedroom— nowhere near it, actually. If anything he's amazed and puzzled as to how exactly he wandered in here. ]

What? [ His eyes move from the rattling fridge to the god standing just a few feet ahead of him. ] Milk. With a bit of sugar. [ Although if getting that milk involves opening that fridge... not sure if want. ]

What's in there? [ He points at it, brow furrowed. ]

Stephen's lunch.

[ Just as curious about Steve, Loki asks questions by first answering some of the unspoken ones. ]

You're in the Sanctum Sanctorum, home of the Sorcerer Supreme. Stephen Strange. [ A side-fridge is where Loki gets the milk, sliding a coffee in front of Steve while sipping on his own drink. ] There are quite a few magical wards on this place, not to mention my bedroom.

[ Steve scrunches up his nose, giving the fridge one last look before turning his attention on Loki. Probably best not to ask too many questions about it, honestly. ]

Magic. [ Right. That's definitely a reality to some people here. It's still something Steve is struggling to get used to, but after everything he's seen, it really shouldn't be so hard, now should it?

He takes the coffee with a quiet thanks, frowning slightly again. ] How did I manage to wander in here, then?

I don't know. Do you usually wander where you're not supposed to, Steve Trevor?

[ Mumbling over his drink with a teasing smirk. ]

Into the bedrooms of unsuspecting womenfolk ...

[ He nearly chokes on the small sip of coffee he's having, then clears his throat as he manages to somehow drink it down without making himself look like a complete idiot. ]

No! No, I don't usually— ever— I don't ever do that. I thought it was my bedroom. [ He seems to realize how ridiculous that sounds the moment he says it, hiding half his face behind the mug. ] Somehow.

[ Kids, don't do drugs. ]

[ Chuckling, he leans on the counter and takes pity on him. ]

It's a phenomenon that's been happening for a few days, don't worry. I've turned up in a few stray beds.

Yes, I've had a similar... situation, before. [ Not him on someone else's bed, thankfully, though no less awkward for it. ]

So you're... a god. [ He looks Loki up and down briefly. ] Any more of you around here?

Yeah, a few. My brother and sister.

[ Probably some others but mingling between deities isn't as frequent or quaint as it sounds. Plus, no one wants to associate with Loki for long. ]

What're you, Steve?

Which gods are they?

[ He's too curious not to ask, and intrigued about the whole notion. Diana only ever spoke of Ares, and even then Steve never did know much about him. He never even got a proper look at the fella while he threatened to burn down that whole factory. By comparison, Loki seems... mild. Friendly, at the very least. It's a start. ]

Oh, just... a man. Human, I mean. No extraordinary abilities or anything of the sort.

Thor and Angela, and no, that's not her real name but we don't delve into that. [ The most common questions he gets asked elicit a bored sigh.

Necking his drink, he waves a hand and it refills seemingly on its own. Loki chins a hand and continues to nurse it. ]

What are you a captain of?

[ He can imagine they're not very inventive questions, but— well, he's not exactly an expert when it comes to this. The mere fact he can even hold an amicable conversation with a god is something of a novelty to him. ]

Aviation Section, Signal Corps. I'm a military aviator, with the American Expeditionary Forces. [ He shrugs, taking a small sip from his coffee. ] Although I don't know if that means much to you.

A Steve from the military, just incredible. Soon I'll have met the whole team! How do you feel about breaking hearts?

[ The salt is real and the alcohol is strong. ]

[ The question seems to come a little out of nowhere, and Steve's obviously caught off-guard by it. ]

I... don't know. I can't say I have much experience with that, one way or the other. [ He tilts his head slightly. ] Why do you ask?

Never mind.

[ Waving away that tangent even though Steve's answer will make him far more curious later, he picks up another. ]

What were you doing before the portal snapped you up?

[ Steve tenses just barely, shoulders squaring at the question. He shrugs, lifting the cup to take a sip, longer than strictly necessary, if only to put off answering. ]

Nothing special. Just flying an airplane. [ And then shooting some bombs and blowing himself up. Not something he's keen on sharing with anyone here. ]

Can't have been the best airplane if the portal sensed you wanted to leave it.

[ Peering at Steve unblinkingly. ]

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